Aries: Your good with advice, just learn to find your voice. Your voice and opinion is so valid. Just learn to be loud
Taurus: The future you and the past you may clash. But know that the demons can come roaring back. And when they do, your friends are here.
Gemini: for all the times you got hurt, I’m sorry, even if they never said it. You deserved so much better than this
Cancer: Let the past be the past. Even with the nightmares. Sometimes letting go is all you can do.
Leo: Forgive who you use to be. You can’t spend forever hating yourself and your past actions.
Virgo: You can’t always fight every battle. You have to pick and chose my dear.
Libra: never be afraid to put yourself first. To grow into the person you want to be.
Scorpio: growing is worth every second of agony. I promise you, you need to grow to recover.
Sagittarius: Be happy with the miles you’ve covered because they are so good. And I am so proud of you.
Capricorn: Let the scars you once had heal over because reopening them will only make you bleed more.
Aquarius: Before you save anyone else learn to save yourself. You can’t rescue everyone.
Pisces: You’ve outgrown the small town we use to call home. Time to spread your wings and fly.

Lance flirting horribly with Allura in front of Matt at one point and he’s just like “dude your flirting sucks” “oh like YOU can do better?” “yeah actually. Hey Shiro come over here” “…. why?” “Just come over here” “you have that look on your face that use to land me in trouble with someone back at the Garrison…” “It’s fine just come over here” so Shiro reluctantly walks on over and Matt just lays it on him. Lance is sitting there all attentive sucking up these great flirting tips and lines while also super confused that a super nerdy guy like Matt can flirt SO WELL. Pidge is sitting there knowing all too well about what a heartthrob Matt was among the science department and watching Matt blow Lance’s mind. Allura is using this demonstration to learn about Earth courtships and is slightly concerned for Shiro, who at this point has had to sit down and has his red face hidden in his arms on the table and keeps going “s-stop”. And that’s what Hunk, Keith, and Coran find when they walk in a few minutes later, in shock over the fact SHIRO is currently a blabbing puddle.

Coran ends up helping take Shiro away to lie down which makes the situation even more embarrassing for him and knowing no one will let him live it down

✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters.

’ How can you read this? There’s no pictures! ’
’ Well, some people use their imagination… ’
’ This is the day your dreams come true. ’
’ I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. ’
’ Say you’ll marry me! ’
’ I just don’t deserve you! ’
’ I want to do something for him/her… but what? ’
’ No, no! It’s got to be more something more special than that! ’
’ This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. ’
’ If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster. ’
’ I thought I told you to come down to dinner! ’
’ I’m not hungry! ’
’ You’ll come out, or I’ll-I’ll-I’ll break down the door! ’
’ Will you come down to dinner? ’
’ It would give me great pleasure… ’
’ We say please. ’
’ You can’t stay in there forever! ’
’ Fine! Then go ahead and starve! ’
’ Oh dear. That didn’t go very well at all, did it? ’
’ If she/he doesn’t eat with me, then she/he doesn’t eat at all! ’
’ Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? ’
’ It was you, wasn’t it? ’
’ Oh, you look so… so… ’
’ Not quite the word I was looking for, but perhaps a - little more off the top. ’
’ Maybe some other time… ’
’ _______, you are positively primeval! ’
’ Why did you come here? ’
’ Do you realize what you could have done? ’
’ I didn’t mean any harm. ’
’ Please… stop… ’
’ Who’s there? Who are you? ’
’ I’ve come for my father. Please, let him out! Can’t you see, he’s sick? ’
’ Please, I’ll do anything! ’
’ Oh, there must be some way I can… ’
’ Then he/she shouldn’t have trespassed here! ’
’ The master of this castle… ’
’ Wait! Take me instead. ’
’ You don’t know what you’re doing! ’
’ Yes. But… you must promise to stay here forever! ’
’ Come into the light… ’
’ You have my word… ’
’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? ’
’ Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard? ’
’ That’s not a request! ’
’ I’ve been burnt by you before! ’
’ I’m afraid I’ve been thinking… ’
’ If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much! ’
’ Well, if you hadn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened! ’
’ If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away! ’
’ Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing! ’
’ Well, you should learn to control your temper! ’
’ Now, hold still. This might sting a little. ’
’ By the way, thank you… for saving my life. ’
’ Couldn’t keep quiet, could we? ’
’ Just had to invite him/her to stay, didn’t we? ’
’ I was trying to be hospitable. ’
’ I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ’
’ I want so much more than they’ve got planned… ’
’ Well, Your Highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. ’
’ I knew you had it in you, ha ha! ’
’ You what? How could you do that? ’
’ I use antlers in all of my decorating! ’
’ I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and… ’
’ Please, I meant no harm. I-I just need a place to stay. ’
’ What’re you staring at? ’
’ I’ll give you a place to stay. ’
’ No, no! Please! Don’t, no! ’
’ I’d like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. ’
’ Sir, close that at once! Do you mind? ’
’ It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. ’
’ Oh, must help her/him to see past all that. ’
’ Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. ’
’ Oh, it’s no use. ’
’ I don’t know how. ’
’ Come, come, show me the smile. ’
’ There’s a stranger here! ’
’ Pardon me, Master… ’
’ Leave me in peace. ’
’ It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come. ’
’ I’ll show you to your room. ’
’ Do you wanna stay in the tower? ’
’ You must control your temper! ’
’ Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them… oh, this is all my fault! ’
’ You… you came back. ’
’ If only I had gotten here sooner. ’
’ Maybe… maybe… it’s better… it’s better this way. ’
’ Don’t talk like that! You’ll be alright. ’
’ We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see… ’
’ And at least… at least I got to see you… one last time. ’
’ Please. Please… Please don’t leave me. ’
’ Well, perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ There may be something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ Shh. I’ll tell you when you’re older. ’
’ I’ll not have you making up such wild stories. ’
’ Let me go! Let me go, please! Don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything! ’
’ I’m… I’m about ready to give up on this hunk of junk. ’
’ This castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing. ’
’ I mean it this time! I’ll never get this boneheaded contraption to work! ’
’ Well, what are we waiting for? ’
’ I’ll have this thing fixed in no time! ’
’ You really believe that? ’
’ Be our guest. ’
’ Is it dangerous? ’
’ Oh no, he’d/she’d never hurt anyone. ’
’ Hmmm. Could you read it again? ’
’ Why don’t you read it to me? ’
’ You mean, you never learned? ’
’ I learned… a little. It’s just been… so long. ’
’ Well, here, I’ll help you. ’
’ What would you say if you and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies? ’

TL;DR: An artist traced (!) my cosplay photo without permission, gave me
zero credits, sold the prints at a con and denied she’s ever seen my
photo.

First, both of us, the cosplayer and the photographer,
want to say that it would never have come to this if the artist would
have immediately apologized to us in person, instead of being extremely
rude to us and letting things escalate. A simple sorry and taking down
the prints would’ve sufficed.

In the beginning of January, being
hyped with the new SU episodes, I immediately fell in love with Blue
Diamond and cosplayed her. Two months ago, a friend let me know that an
artist she saw drew a fanart based on my photo. I was extremely
flattered and happy, but also kinda sad the artist gave me zero credits.
Us cosplayers and photographers work really hard to get a nice result,
and everyone is happy when their photo serves as an inspiration for
another artwork. I wrote a letter to her stating that I love her art,
but I’d like her to credit me as a source of inspiration (adding the
screen shot).

For two months, there was silence. I tried it again a few weeks ago, but again, no response. Okay, what can you do…

Last
weekend we had a big con in Germany with a huge artist alley and both
of us, the photographer and the cosplayer, attended. Suddenly, a friend
came to us and said that there’s a girl selling this exact drawing. We
were puzzled and decided to go to her booth and look at it ourselves.

Mark: Long ago, a long time ago, I liked to do these scary
edits because I just felt like doing scary edits and this is how Darkiplier got
born. And then what happened was over time Darkiplier became less and less
about the scary figure and more about this romantic figure, and it always
rubbed me the wrong way. And I kind of shied away from Darkiplier for a while.
And I really really really- if I was going to bring Darkiplier, and when we
thought about this, we thought, okay there should be a Darkiplier route. And that
was there from the beginning, and so when I wanted to do it I wanted to do it
my way, and I wanted to do it right, and I wanted to have this unending level
of creepiness. And at the same time, I didn’t want to step on the toes of Antisepticeye
because I know there’s a big fan base of that, and I didn’t want to get in the
way of that at all and I really don’t care that there’s more than one dark
personalities of people. But when I saw the opportunity to have this character
here, I spent like 8 hours editing this, like just meticulously every single
RBG. This is a layer, we green screened this one, I color corrected it, I
separated the RBG layers I added the shakes and glitchiness every frame. I worked
on the voice, too. The voice took me the longest to figure out. Like the
shakes! And my computer was dying this whole time cause I put my effects on
here.

Tyler: The amount of time you had to spend rendering this.

Mark: And so, the audio’s actually three separate layers. It
would have been two, but Kathryn helped me out on that one to make it more
clear. It’s a normal pitched layer that’s edited, echoed, reverbed, mastered,
and convoluted which means it’s just thrown off to the left and right, and then
it’s a deep layer of that. But then to make it really come together- it didn’t
live without this center channel that wasn’t convoluted but was centered. But
getting that voice right was so pinnacle, so paramount to what I wanted to come
out of this. And we did like thirty minutes of shooting various versions of me
talking to the camera and I wanted to pick the exact dialogue that really kind
of gave away my idea of what Dark is in not a terribly obvious way.

Tyler: The other thing, this was supposed to all be one
video.

Mark: But YouTube annotations, this new version doesn’t
allow you to link the same video multiple times, so these are literally the old
videos that I first did when Darkiplier first came about, like, these are the
ones, especially this one here, and then this is my cheap knockoff Darkiplier.

Amy: Canon Darkiplier.

Mark: Canon Darkiplier. And I’m going
to readily admit something. I joked about Darkiplier because it didn’t seem
like something people wanted to take seriously, and I’m okay with that on
certain aspects but it had diverged into multiple different facets and multiple
different personalities, and everyone had their own version of Darkiplier, and I
thought it was hilarious that, “Hey, here’s my version of Darkiplier, and he’s
an idiot.” Like, he’s just this weird emo kid. And then I stepped back from
that, like, I stepped back. And you can even- in that time, when I was doing
those videos, in this era, I was not very happy. I was kind of… I was
pessimistic about a lot of things. And I felt like that bled through in a lot
of things I did. And that’s why even October of last year I literally made Darkiplier
an emo character. And then when we were getting to this, I thought about it
like very carefully and I thought back to why I did it originally, and I did it
originally because, well, Darkiplier wasn’t even a thing. Darkiplier was not a
thing when I was making those videos. I just wanted to make some creepy stuff.
And then I thought about that, and I was like if I want to make a statement
about who this is, I need to own that and I need to put something out there
that is not ambiguous, because I realize that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t
have a solid character so obviously, people would come up with their own
versions, they would fill in the gaps where they saw fit. So, when I made this I
had to embrace it fully and fine-tune it down to exactly where I wanted. When you
choose the “fake” choice carrying through to this one, I really wanted that to
come through, except at the end to this video, where it gets silly, but that’s
because the real me comes in and the real me’s an idiot. And I’ve actually
watched this over and over again because I’m listening to the takes I put in
here and I’m listening to my inflection and my tone, my demeanor and I’m
imagining like how to refine it better next time when I bring him back, like
how to do it better.

Tyler: I remember now, I set up
the table.

Mark: Yeah, you did. You set up
the table we had to change it out for clear glasses because the green screen
was reflecting through. But yeah, even this, like the intersplices of anger, and
this is me getting real deep in the meta of Darkiplier, like if that’s even a
thing that can be- let me just pause it here. I don’t read too much into this
but if there’s something that I want to take seriously, I want to actually do right.
So, in my mind, Darkiplier is an entirely different person from me. But, much
like Warfstache, doesn’t obey the laws of physics. He exists in another world
entirely and bleeds through into this one. This is sounding really nerdy of me.

Tyler: I remember the Warfstache
talk.

Mark: So Completely unironically,
Darkiplier is a completely separate entity from who I am. But, he admires what
I’ve accomplished, and he’s very much… people picked up on this, and people
thought it was really creepy, because it’s what I wanted. He’s a social
manipulator. He is literally, 100% manipulative. He leads you into this false
sense of security, and he wants you to trust him because he wants to take
advantage of you. That is literally what I wanted for Darkiplier. And how
creepy and scary that actually is from the surface. Especially in this first
bit, where he says, “If dinner is what you want, then I can provide.” And I wanted
this to come across in a seductive way while also masking, like, this burning
rage inside that breaks through the suave nature of it. That was my clue to
reveal he’s not your friend. He’s not here to help you. He’s here to use you. And
that also came across when I was thinking about, like, the effects. Like, his
image shatters, he separates because he’s not entirely kept together, you know
what I mean? So, I wanted like the drastic impacts of the rage pulling back
suddenly to the calm nature and the demeanor and this last one, I was thinking
was especially telling. It’s not me trying to break through, it’s his shell
cracking.

Kathryn: I love that.

Mark: Yeah? It’s my favorite of
all of them.

Kathryn: That’s one’s my favorite.
I have legitimately just gone and watched that bit.

Mark: Yeah?

Kathryn: It’s really good.

Mark: Oh, thank you.

Kathryn: I really like that.

Mark: Yeah. And number 1 the
visuals work hard on this one, but nailing the audio- that high-pitched ringing
that a lot of people were like wow that really hurts my ears, that was by
design. That was supposed to hurt because listening to him- a lot if
inspiration for him comes from G-man from Half-life 2 and 1, like this weird interdimensional
person that seems human but is obviously not and doesn’t obey the laws of
physics, and is just like this shell of a person that’s in a suit. Not a suit,
literally a human suit, and is trying to figure out how to puppet it right that
you believe him, but he’s really good at it. And that’s where the scariness of Darkiplier,
I think, really comes from, is because he seems like someone you can trust, and
he will manipulate you, and take advantage of you, and literally use you, and
to me that’s terrifying. Like that’s the antithesis of what I want to be and so
if I’m going to make an opposite version of me, he’s gonna be the fucking worst.
Like worse than any romantic story can ever bring about. He’s fucking awful.

Amy: It was convenient, though, I like
the way it goes from Relax to this, like the video “Relax,” because then people
were not expecting this. But it’s so nice to have it on Valentine’s Day. It
works so well.

Mark: And then came the bullshit
transition that we had to do. So, this is comical in a way.

Amy: It doesn’t drag it though.

Mark: Yeah it doesn’t drag. You
get the scary. Tyler’s here-

Tyler: In Mark’s suit, which I
have fit in, but not the pants.

Mark: He didn’t fit, we forgot to
get a tie, like, we printed out a mask, and I looked at this and was like I could
try to make this creepy, and then I went, I objectively can’t. Let me throw in
some punch sound effects.

Tyler: I have to make sure, cause-

Mark: He couldn’t see shoot.

Tyler: No, I couldn’t, and I had
to keep moving the mask cause there was one time we did this that the mask
ended up completely on the side of my head and I was just like, hey Mark, you can’t
touch my face.

Amy: The convenient thing about this,
though, with all the glitches is that you can hide stuff with it.

Tyler: Yeah, and there’s a reason I
never let go of Mark I have no clue where anything is.

Mark: Yeah, oh man. Oh, this, oh
my god. Oh, and secret Easter egg- you know who Dark is because he doesn’t have
a shadow. Totally intentional and by design.

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

I saw a post about 100 ways to say ‘I love you’, so I thought I’d make the anti-version if it doesn’t exist already. Roleplayers, send these to each other for angst reasons! Tw for emotional abuse, language, and some major rejection themes, though some them are joking and could be used for friendly rivals or pals who play-insult one another. Change or add pronouns as necessary.

“You’re a disappointment to me.”

“I don’t care if you live or die.”

“I used to care about you. Now? I regret every second I wasted.”

“How do you think I feel? I’m pissed off!”

“Go. Just go.”

“If you come back, I won’t be here.”

“I’ve never despised someone as much as I despise you.”

“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?”

“I regret ever saying ‘hello’.”

“Leave and don’t come back, ever.”

“Remember when we first met? I wish I didn’t.”

“You’re the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”

“Don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me.” “You took months/years of my life away. I’ll never get those back.”

“I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you.”

“I could have been doing so much better than wasting my time with you.”

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”

“I don’t care.”

“Go ahead, leave. Don’t worry about coming back.”

“You’re such a piece of shit.”

“I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.”

“You’re so stupid.”

“Why do I waste my time with you?”

“You’re not the person I thought you were.”

“Hey! Just a daily reminder: you’re a piece of shit!”

“I deserve so much better.”

“We’re not friends. We were never friends!”

“I pretended to like you because I felt bad for you! How did you fall for that?”

“I never want to see you again.”

“You’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell.”

“Don’t apologize - you don’t deserve my forgiveness!”

“No, I’m never giving you another chance!”

“I wish you were never born.”

“You’re the last person I wanted to see right now.”

“I’d rather be working with anyone else in the whole world right now.”

“When you get back, your shit’s gonna be on the front lawn. Take it and get out.”

“Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.”

“I don’t know what they see in you.”

“You’re an embarrassment to me.”

“You’re an embarrassment to all of us.”

“I wish it was you. I wish it was you to die instead of them.”

“God, why did I have to end up working with the biggest asshole in the world?”

“How could you think I ever loved you? You seriously think I’d sink that low?”

“Sorry, I just puked in my mouth a bit. I accidentally looked at your face.”

“How can you even live with yourself?”

“If I was your mirror, I’d break myself just so you would throw me in the trash and I wouldn’t have to look at you.”

“Being with you was the worst time of my life.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.”

“I’m going to ruin your fucking life.”

“You said you would change, but you never did! You never will!”

“Some people are just born to fail. Sorry you’re one of the unlucky ones.”

“You’re so worthless, you hardly even exist to me.”

“I wish I could go back to the day I met you, and just walk away.”

“If you give me that look one more time, I’m skipping jump-rope with your large intestines.”

“Honestly, I’m embarrassed to even know you.”

“Ugh, it smells like something died in here. Oh. It’s just you.”

“You need to stop. You hurt everyone around you!”

“Until you get your shit together, I don’t want to hear you complain.”

“Look at you. You’re disgusting.”

“Stop making me look bad.”

“You have a face that makes me wish punching people wasn’t frowned upon in our society.”

“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your obnoxious voice.”

“Go play in traffic.”

“Fuck off.”

“If I saw you in the ocean clinging to a log for safety, I’d save the log and let you drown. At least wood can become something useful, like toilet paper.”

“How could I ever love something as terrible and hideous as you?”

“I can’t even look at you right now.”

“It was all a lie.”

“I never loved you, and I never will.”

“Don’t try to beg. It won’t work.”

“You’re not worth the mud on the bottom of my shoes.”

“Look at you. You’re pathetic. I’ve never seen a sadder sight.”

“I’m going to hurt you slowly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“For what you did to them, I’ll do the same to you.”

“An apology? You want to offer an apology? No. I don’t accept it.”

“You’re everything I hate in a person.”

“I wish you were dead.”

“You’re nothing to me. Less than nothing!”

“What a sad sack of shit you are.”

“My life is in fucking shambles thanks to you!”

“How could you? You bastard!”

“I’d rather eat sewage than ever touch you again.”

“Hey asshole, I’m here to ruin your day, just like I did yesterday and the day before that.”

“You’d be more useful if you weren’t even alive.”

“Hey, it’s my least favorite waste of space.”

“Every day that I woke up next to you, I was tempted to smother you with a pillow while you slept.”

“Love you? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Just thinking about you makes me sick to my stomach.”

“You deserve a slow and painful death for what you’ve done.”

“I can’t stand people like you.”

“Stop doing that thing. You know, that thing I hate. Breathing.”

“If I could trade you for a nest of angry wasps, you would be long gone.”

Sarah and Amy had lunch together a couple weeks ago - they are good friends and they have a lot in common so keeping in touch is fun.

Sarah’s favorite things about Shaw: her eating food with knives.
She also says Shaw’s foreplay would have been cutting each other and punching each other and biting.
Shaw was masculine and always equal to the boys - never portrayed otherwise. That was her most favorite part - how tough and violent.

Amy’s favorite part about Root? “I think Sarah should answer.”
Amy loved getting to flirt with and annoy Shaw, because Sarah is good at portraying the anger. “But I knew she loved me.”
“Both the characters kind of ran things - the girls in charge” - Amy on Shoot

Sarah’s fave ep was 6741!
Sarah took the role because it went to dark places you don’t get to go to on TV.
Sarah’s fave scene: end of 6741 by the carousel! It was very challenging but will always be the 1st thing she thinks of when thinking of POI
Sarah says “I only look good because Amy makes me look good.”

Amy says she liked the part (in 6741) “was when Sarah was biting me”
Amy says she loves their first meeting - the iron and all the sexual tension.
“Was this relationship always meant to happen?” Sarah: (shouting) YES! F**K YEAH!!

“How do you prepare to do a different version of the character, like in 6741?” SARAH: Acting is a lot of human psychology and we are all more than just one thing. With actors you find the closest part of you to the character; she tried to tap into herself there.
Sarah: “There were plenty of times when I was playing Shaw that I didn’t know if I was doing a good job.”
Sarah: I wasn’t supposed to emote much, but we aren’t like robots.

SS: “Kissing Amy is like biting into the most succulent peach. It’s sweet & juicy & just a little wet. It’s better than your dream, sister.”

Someone asked them to improve a scene and Amy says “Hasn’t someone here written some fanfic? … We’ll do a stage reading of anyone’s fic.”
Sarah and Amy acting out Root coming back alive.
“Root.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Is that you?”
“Are you ready for this?”
“I’ve never been more ready”
“Look behind you”
(They [fake] kiss)

Sarah says Shaw definitely realized she loved Root back in s4; that at the beginning she didn’t have a thing for Root & took her by surprise
“In an alternate universe the two of them were together and made little SHOOT babies.” - Sarah
Sarah says in s4 the flirtations started working, like when Root picked her up on the bike & when Shaw realized she needed Root to help her
Sarah says 6,741 was a result of the fans feedback on Twitter.

Amy says that Root got her hacker skills from playing Oregon Trail.

Sarah said kissing your friend is like kissing your sister.

Amy says the weird part is the audience of the cast and crew when shooting, but she was glad Sarah was there.
Amy also said that there’s not a person she’d rather have that experience with than Sarah. (About shooting 6741)

Amy says Root made the decision in s5 she did because if she chose Shaw, there would be no world anyway.
Amy also says that being The Machine was the closest Root could get to having both.

Sarah likes doing films because you can take more chances and move at a slower pace.
Amy likes TV because you gain a family in the crew & the characters get to evolve and change. “But I guess shows can be cancelled.”

“In canon we see Shaw has a PD, and Root probably does as well, how does that change the way you approach the characters?”
Amy says that’s where you got a lot of quirks of the characters, but you just play them as truthful to what’s on the page.
Sarah says she remembers she had to look up Axis II disorders to learn how to play things accurate.

Sarah loved working w/Bear b/c the takes were different because you had to work w/what he wanted to do. “You’re not gonna out cute the dog”
Amy telling a story about how they were shooting outside and it was SO COLD they were both getting frostbite but they had to keep shooting. But then the animal handler came & had to take Bear because it was too cold for him, so she was jealous.

When asked, “Did Root have a crush on Hannah?” Amy said, “She was before your time, you don’t have to be jealous.” To Sarah.

Talking about new projects- Sarah: It’s kind of like a TV version of Inception. She goes into people’s subconscious to help them.
Sarah also did an Amazon pilot called “Halfway House” where she plays a meth addict.

Amy says she’s afraid to talk about her new project.

Sarah closes the panel by acknowledging the support of fans and is thankful because they’re why they are where they are.

I
feel like I wasn’t able to fully do your request? I tried a couple of times
trying to string words together so hopefully this one is a little bit better.
Thank you so much for sending in your request and I really do hope I did
alright because I am not satisfied with how this turned out! That aside, I do
hope you enjoy reading this!

You
yawn as you quietly knock on Peter’s door and when no one answers, you take out
the spare key Peter gave you and let yourself in. Taking note that May’s shoes
aren’t here and she isn’t snoring away on the couch, this meant that May is
working overtime tonight so you pad over to the sofa.

Waiting
for Peter to come back is a habit you started when you found out about his
alter-ego. You wanted to be the first one to know that he is alright, not too
hurt and to make sure that Peter comes home to May and you in one piece.
Initially, Peter had been against this idea of yours because he really didn’t
want to keep you from your sleep but after a while, he settles with it and in
fact, coming home to your face is something he looks forward to, most of the
time.

You
aren’t quite sure how long you just sat there – you must have been super tired –
because the next thing you know, Peter jumps on top of you, trapping you
against the sofa and him. He buries his head in to the junction between your
neck and shoulder, humming appreciatively. “Peter!”

Peter
looks up from your neck, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. When he pulls
away, you give him a smile, combing your fingers through his hair. “You look
comfortable.” He murmurs and you nod your head – now that Peter is here, you
definitely do not feel as tensed or as worried as you initially had been. He
wraps his arms around your waist.

“How
was your day?” You ask him, rubbing your thumb across his cheek and Peter smiles
before adjusting himself on top of you so that instead of crushing you under
his weight, he is holding himself up with his elbows above you. You move
slightly and Peter slides in beside you, letting you use his arm as your pillow
as one of his arms is still wrap around your waist.

“I
think we may need a bigger chair.” Peter comments instead and you chuckle
before moving closer to him. “It was alright; fairly quiet night too.” He tells
you and you grin as you bury your face further in to Peter’s neck. Peter continues
to talk about everything he did from after school until just now – his voice is
so soothing and the sound of his steady heart beat is slowly starting to lull
you to sleep.

Peter
looks down to find you asleep; one hand clutching his shirt, legs tangled with
his. A soft, small smile appears on his face as he gazes at you, brushing a
strand of hair out of your face so that he can get a better look at your face.
Coming home to see you is always nice; he is very thankful too that May trust
the both of you – the amount of times May has come home to the two of them
sleeping on the sofa is uncountable.

Peter
pulls you closer to his chest, nuzzling his face in to your hair. He loves
holding you in his arms; loves the fact that you trust him enough to fall
asleep with him and in his arms. “Sleepy girl.” He mutters, chuckling to
himself – this habit of yours is really adorable. Even though you won’t admit
this, Peter knows that you sleep the best whenever you are with him, which is
one of the reasons why you, more often than not, stay up to wait for him.
Smiling to himself, Peter watches you sleep, counting the freckles across your
cheeks and mapping every single inch of your face.

This
is probably the umpteenth time you have fallen asleep in his arms and Peter
truly enjoys this; he enjoys having you in his arms as much as he is able to
hold you in his arms. He reckons it would be better if the both of you sleep on
the bed as it is much more comfortable but being the sweet boy that he is,
Peter doesn’t want to disturb your sleep at all.

So
instead, Peter runs his fingers through your hair, focusing on your steady
heartbeat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on your even breaths and the
softness of your hair, until gradually it begins to lull him too. The last
thing Peter remembers thinking before he falls asleep is how lucky he is to
have you fall in love with him and lucky to have you in his life.

And then all of a sudden you find that all your broken pieces start coming back together. This fits here and that goes there, and little by little you start to build back up. You can breathe again, and remember when that felt like it’ll be the last thing you ever do? Look at you now. And even if it only took one person to be the reason for the storm in your eyes, you finally realize that another could be the reason why you never give up…

Prompt:
What
about you being like a new avenger (and working in the lab wit father figure
Bruce) and you “meet” the others for the first time at the party

Note:
I took some creative liberties here…hope you don’t mind. I’ve been in a super
Peter Parker mood lately, so, here ya go. Also, I’m not dead, and I think this will serve as the first of like
seven-ish fics in what I call: The Morgan Reniassance.

Being a high school
student was tough. Being a high school student and a student intern at the Avengers’ Tower? Tougher yet. And being
a superhero on top of it all…you didn’t know how the hell you fit in time for
homework, but somehow you managed. Luckily for you, it was spring break now, so
you kind of had time to chill and catch up on everything you were falling
behind on.

“Hey (Y/N), would you
mind passing me the file over there?” Bruce Banner, your kind of sort of father
figure asked, motioning across your station to a file detailing the new pieces
of tech Tony had whipped up in his free time.

“Yep, no prob.” You slid
it down to him. He pushed up his glasses and nodded appreciatively. You took a
long sip from your mug of coffee. You hadn’t even liked it that much, but it
was kind of a necessity in the lab.

“So…” Bruce smirked a
little bit. “Tony’s throwing a party tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can go…you
know, I have like three packets of Algebra homework to catch up on.”

“He’s not going to take
that as an excuse and you know it.”

“Ughhhh, I know.”

“I think he wants you to
finally meet Spiderman.”

“Wait.” This changed
everything. “Spiderman is going to be there?”

“Little crush, huh?”

“W-what? Pfft, no.” Yes. “There
is no way I have a crush on Spiderman.” Yes you did. “That’s ridiculous.” No.
It really wasn’t.

“Don’t worry. He’s a nice
kid.” Bruce removed a gear from the little bot in his hand with a pair of
tweezers and then replaced it. “And I heard he has a little bit of a crush on
Galactic Girl, if my sources are right.”

“OhmyGodreally?!” Your
eyes glowed pink for the shortest second and you nearly fell off of your stool.
“I mean, cool. That’s cool. I guess. Maybe I could meet him. Or something.”

“Okay, but if he breaks
your heart, I’ll break him.”

“Okay Dad,” you smirked.
He smiled. Dad. A title he never
thought he would hold. And yet, here he was with this teenager who had latched
onto him. And he couldn’t have been happier.

***

You walked into the party
wearing a pink shirt and galaxy leggings. You had put on more makeup than
usual, and you were accompanied by Tony and Bruce, one on each arm.

“And this is Wanda and Pietro
and you already know Nat.” Tony introduced. “Ladies and Speedy, meet the
newbie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda
offered her hand. Pietro smirked, Natasha smiled. You were in awe. You had
heard so much about these people, and here they were, dressed in street clothes
and making small talk.

“And this is Capsicle and
his USO girls.” Tony motioned to Captain America himself, who was standing
beside Sam and Bucky.

“Ha. Very funny.” Sam
chuckled and shook his head.

“Welcome to the team,
(Y/N).” Steve saluted.

“T-thank you.”

“Don’t pass out.” Bruce
muttered.

“I’m trying.” You replied
through an awestruck smile. And yet, the more people you were introduced to,
the more it became obvious that the reason you were here…wasn’t here yet.

“Spider Boy is on his
way.” Tony read a message on his phone, and not even thirty seconds later, the
red-clad young super hero was clinging to the window. He peered inside for a
few seconds before waving awkwardly. Unlike everyone else, he was wearing his
uniform.

He climbed into the
penthouse, landing on his feet right in front of Tony.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Stark.
There was a robbery and-”

“Relax, kid. You’re fine.”
He motioned to his face. “But uh-”

“Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry.”
He tugged off the red mask, releasing a head of tousled brown hair and kind
brown eyes. God, he was cute. Waaaaay cuter than you had expected him to be. “You
uh, must be the new girl.” He thrust his hand forward. “I’m Peter Man. I mean-
Spider Parker. I uh,”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You shook
his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“You break her heart, I’ll
break you,” Bruce warned with a well-meaning chuckle as he and Tony removed
themselves from the conversation.

“So uh, your dad is the
Hulk, huh?”

“My adoptive dad, yeah.”
You laughed. “He’s awesome. Took me in after I got involved with all of this
alien shit. I really don’t know what I’d do without him.” You looked over to
Bruce, who was standing at the bar with Tony. “And you’re Tony’s…nephew-ish
thing, right?”

“You could say that,
yeah.” Peter smiled and chuckled. “I’m um, going to get changed. I swear I’ll
be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to that,
bug boy.” You smiled. Peter ran off as Nat walked up to you.

“So, you and Parker, huh?”

“What? I just met him.”

“Remember: I know
everything.” She winked.

“Right. Of course. How
could I forget?”

“Don’t smart mouth me,
young lady.” She gave you a playful shove.

“Yes, ma’am.” You
playfully shoved her back as Peter walked back into the room, this time wearing
a Bill Nye t-shirt with a flannel and some jeans. Somehow, he was even cuter
this way. “Here comes your boyfriend.” She walked away before you could retort.

“Much better.” He grinned.
You nodded. There was a patch of silence, and then Tony turned on some very
loud, very danceable music. Bruce met your eyes and then tilted his head
towards the slowly-assembling makeshift dance floor. Peter seemed to get the
hint. “Do uh, do you want to dance?”

“S-sure!” You replied. He
held out his hand. You stared at it for a second before slipping yours into it.

***

“So, looks like Parker’s
gonna be your son-in-law, huh Brucie?” Nat smirked as she watched you and Peter
dance like the dorks you were. It was cute.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I’m
glad things worked out.”

“Me too. But if he breaks
her heart, I’ll break him in half.” Nat smirked.

You read an article a few weeks ago about something called ‘dry drowning’. At the time, the prognosis seemed so strange. Whenever you heard the word 'drowning’, you associated it with water. That’s why you couldn’t comprehend how it could happen on land. It took a quick Google search to inform you that dry drowning was the lungs’ inability to extract oxygen from the air; it could happen just as easily on land as it could in the water.

As you sit on the floor with your arms still wrapped tightly around your body and your legs fast asleep, you realize that you’re drowning. The world is blurring into shapes you can’t make out and bright colors that make your eyes hurt. Your head is spinning. And your heart, oh your heart, it’s aching with loss. Abandonment. Rejection.

Rejection is a feeling you don’t know very well and one that is quite literally making you sick to your stomach. By avoiding relationships, you’ve avoided this. But there was only so long you could last before it found you. You might be biased or inexperienced, but you’re almost certain that it has sensed your vulnerability like a dog sniffs out fear and is using that to its advantage. It sees you trapped out in the ocean trying to keep yourself afloat and it’s like a merciless wave that refuses to let you get your bearings before knocking you under the surface again.

You slowly trudged up the drive, boots unlaced, shoulder bag
heavy with spell books and exotic spell ingredient. You didn’t want to be back
here, but Kol and Davina were heading somewhere dangerous and until they knew
it was safe they didn’t want you to go.

Just a week you told yourself, a week and Stefan would come
to get you. You’d met the Salvatore’s in Italy, Damon had taught you the
language fluently while Stefan taught you to dance and showed you around the
old buildings when Davina and Kol were busy.

It took me a while to post this because I had to edit the text…that’s always what holds me up. Full story under the read more

Here we have the presidents son out walking his dog with his 2 guards in towUmbra’s after making things awkward with a total stranger who whips around ‘oh em gee your dog got further than any date ive ever had’ and of course Noct is mortified D:Ignis and Gladio are just like 'Dog?!?! what’s wrong with you??’

Request by: anon -
Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Lucifer x reader where Chuck is like “yeah Lucifer has a soulmate duh” so Sam, Dean, Cas, Lucifer, and Chuck all go to find them (Sam and Dean ready for her to be all evil) but they’re super intelligent and sweet? Thank you!!

A/N: Thanks for the request <3

No one’s POV

Sam, Dean, Cas and
Chuck were all sat silently in the room thinking of ways in which they could
make Lucifer less angry at everything which reduces the risk of him throwing
one of his ‘tantrums’ and destroying his brothers and humanity.

“I guess we could find
his soulmate,” Chuck spoke out loud breaking the silence causing both Sam and
Dean’s heads to shoot up and stare in Chuck’s direction.

“That’s a
possibility,” Castiel replied to his father before continuing to look down at
the lore book in his hands.

Both Sam and Dean just
continued to stare at them in shock. The Lucifer, the very fallen angel which
wanted to destroy humanity, had a soulmate, a human soulmate. A long period of
silence followed as they were both too frozen to say anything.

“Wait what? Lucifer
has a soulmate,” Dean spoke breaking the silence asking the question both him
and Sam wanted to ask.

“Yeah Lucifer has a
soulmate, duh,” Chuck laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,
“I made every angel have a soulmate.”

“Could you
take us and Lucifer to her?” Sam asked Chuck steadily and Dean looked at him as
if he had just said the most stupid and crazy thing in the world.

“Of course
I can,” Chuck replied looking over the small group of people within the room,
“It’s just getting Lucifer out of his room and agreeing to the plan that’s
going to be the hard part, I don’t think he even knows himself that he has a
mate.”

Everyone’s
heads drifted to Dean silently, as a group, picking him to be the one to speak
to the angry archangel only a few rooms down from them.

“Well I’m
not going in there alone with no defence against a moody archangel.” Dean spoke
matter-of-factly.

“Who are
you calling moody?” A smooth voice called out causing everyone’s heads to shoot
over to where the sound came from.

There
stood Lucifer leaned against the doorframe with a smug expression covering his
face, it was the first time anyone had seen him come out of his designated room
almost as if he could sense that the others were talking about him.

“I’m fine
here,” he replied. Lucifer still wasn’t back to being 100% father and son with
God (in fact he acted like a teenager) but they seemed to be better than they
were when he first got out of the cage and being moody constantly was better to
Chuck than his son not talking to him at all.

“Well,
what do you all want, I could hear you all thinking my name from my room,”
Lucifer spoke into the silent room taking notice of the shocked expressions on
the Winchester’s face’s when looking at him.

“Father
decided it would be best if took you to see your soulmate.” Castiel informed
Lucifer.

Shock was
evident on Lucifer’s face for a split moment in time before it returned
expressionless to try and hide the emotions he was feeling; it was clear to
everyone in the room that he didn’t know he had a soulmate.

“Well, let’s go do that then,” Lucifer spoke calmly yet inside he knew
he was excited. After the fall and spending so long in the cage, he had begun
to think that his father had not created him a soulmate and was pleasantly
surprised to find out that he still had the ability to feel love like his
brothers and sisters, “It’s slightly better than doing nothing in my room all
day,” he added not wanting anyone in the room to acknowledge his happiness, he
still had the reputation of ‘the devil’ to hold.

“That was easier than expected,” mumbled Chuck to both Dean and Sam
with a chuckle before raising his hand and clicking sending them all to meet
Lucifer’s soulmate.

Your POV

Sighing to yourself, you collapsed onto the sofa, your favourite book
in your hand ready to read the night away. The day had been so busy and you
hadn’t had a second to relax so you had decided to spend the rest of the night
just relaxing, listening to your favourite band and reading. That was until you
heard a knocking at the door.

Thinking it was just some hunters coming to you for information you
decided to ignore the knocking at the door and continue reading, trying your
hardest to relax. They could go to
someone else for help, it’s been too long of a day.

The knocking continued so you sighed placing the book down and made
your way to the persistent person knocking at your door so late at night.

Shock was evident on your face when you opened the door to 5 men
staring at you, two looking slightly scared making you confused as to why they
could be here. You slightly backed away from the door in case they were demons
(which you doubted highly due to the friendship you had with Crowley, although
they could be rouge demons) or any other monster which could have found out you
were helping hunters.

Even though you were nervous, your eyes couldn’t help but drift over
to the man with blonde hair you just wanted to wrap your hands in and gorgeous
blue eyes that you could stare in for eternity, your eyes continued to roam
over his body, as did his with yours. You quickly diverted your eyes away from
him in case he noticed you checking him out.

“How can I help you lovely men?” you smiled slightly looking at them
as a whole.

“We was wondering if we could speak with Y/N,” the guy in the trench
coat asked.

“That would be me, please, come in,” you replied, a smile not leaving
your face, you nervously watched as they all stepped onto and over the welcome
mat which contained a hidden devils trap under it. Your worry slightly lifted
when you saw that none of them had gotten stuck. We are demon free, I repeat, demon free you thought to yourself as
the men followed you into the kitchen.

“Anybody want a cuppa?” you asked happy that you weren’t in danger, if
you were they probably would have tried to attack you by now but you were still
cautious just in case.

A chorus of ‘no thank you’s’ was your reply apart from the blonde
headed man replying ‘please’ causing all of the other men to look at him as if
he had grown another head.

“S-Sure thing,” you cursed yourself for stuttering when talking to him
and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

You hummed a cheery tune as you quickly spun around and popped the
kettle on before making a drink for the both of you. As you handed the mysteriously
hot man his drink your fingers collided for a moment and everything felt right
like nothing else mattered in that short moment of time but you and him, sparks
of electricity running up your arm. Looking up into the man’s crystal blue eyes,
you searched for any sign that he had felt the same as you but all you saw was
his expressionless face. Quickly, you grabbed onto your drink before sitting
down and inviting everybody else to do so.

“So, what is it you guy’s wanted,” you smiled taking a sip of your
drink. You had always been a cheerful person, from a very young age up until
now and you had always believed that there was too much negativity within the
world that you couldn’t possibly contribute to that, so you tried to spread as
much joy as possible. It was one of the reasons you started helping hunters
with their boring lore work. Lucifer realised that and admired you for it.

“Well, I guess we should introduce ourselves first, shouldn’t we?” the
tall long haired man said nudging the person next to him who continued to stare
at you like you was some sort of myth or legend.

“Wha- oh yes. Introductions. I’m Dean, that’s…” he paused for a second
whilst pointing in the blonde man’s direction, “…Nick?” he said as more of a
question, “Chuck, Cas, and this is my little brother Sam.”

It was now your turn to have shock overcome your face. Did you hear them right? Sam and Dean
Winchester was in your house, in front of you with the infamous Castiel you had
heard so much about. What the heck would they want with you?

“Winchester brothers?” You asked out quietly, surprised that a voice
even managed to come out of your mouth.

“Yeah… That’s us, how’d you know?” Sam asked slightly creeped out that
you knew who they were.

“Oh come on, every hunter knows about you two,” you stated.

Silence overcame the room as the men processed what you had just said,
the only person to show any form of emotion was Nick, a large, proud smirk
across his face at the fact you were a hunter.

“Well then, since you know about the supernatural, we can properly
introduce ourselves,” Chuck spoke motioning to him and Nick, “I’m God, but I
prefer Chuck.”

“Pleasure to meet you Chuck!” You spoke happily sticking out your hand
for him to shake, surprising yourself that you didn’t react massively to the
fact he had just told you he was the God.
He chuckled taking your hand in his, your infectious smile crawling its way
onto his face. Everybody then looked in Nicks direction, you saw him nervously
fiddling with his hands.

“I, uh, I’m,” he stuttered, a hand reaching to stroke the back of his
neck to calm him down as he debated whether or not he should tell you the
truth, “I’m Lucifer.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, for some reason it just
felt right and both you and Lucifer knew it. He sighed into the hug relaxing
instantly when you didn’t freak out over who he was

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you too Lucifer,” you said into the hug
before pulling away from him seeing a smile on his face. The rest of the group
seemed shocked at his display of emotion yet Lucifer decided to ignore them and
keep smiling at you.

“So,” you spoke suddenly clapping your hands together and reluctantly
turning away from Lucifer, “What brings the Winchesters, God and the angels to
these neck of the woods.”

Lucifer’s metaphorical heart stopped for a moment when you
acknowledged him as an angel, he didn’t think he could possibly fall in love
with something as quickly as he was with you.

“You understand the concept of soulmates correct?” Castiel spoke up
and you looked over in Lucifer’s direction knowing where the conversation
seemed to be heading.

“I do,” you answered Castiel but not taking your eyes off of Lucifer
and him not taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, we found out that you are the soulmate of-“

“Lucifer,” you spoke cutting Castiel off. It definitely was the only
explanation for the strong attraction you were having for him, it felt as if
you had known each other for all eternity.

“Yes, Lucifer is your mate,” Castiel confirmed.

You felt as Lucifer’s hand slid down into yours, fingers locking together
causing a grin to appear on both your face and Lucifer’s.

“Okay let’s leave them to it then,” Chuck said shoving the rest of the
boys out of the room and throwing a wink at you. Sam and Dean still continued
to show shocked expressions at your kindness towards everyone as they were
pushed by God out of the room to leave you and Lucifer some privacy to talk.

“Y/N,” Lucifer turned to you and placed a hand on your cheek the other
still locked between your fingers, “I know we have only just met, but it feels
as if I have been in love with you for eternity.”

“Me too Luci,” you confirmed slightly blushing and ducking your head at
the way in which stared lustfully at you.

His hand drifted down to under your chin as he lifted your head to
make you look at him. Your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones and it felt as
if he was staring directly into your soul. Slowly, with his hand still on your
chin, Lucifer leaned down hovering his lips over yours momentarily as your foreheads
touched due to how close you were before locking his lips with yours. As cliché
as it sounds, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when your hand reached
up and gripped into his blonde hair. His gentle hand snaked its way around your
waist and pulled you closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss. In this
moment, wrapped in your soulmate’s arms, feeling the best you had in a while,
you knew that you was truly in love as was Lucifer and that he was going to do
everything in his power to protect you.

[TRANS] Jackson talking about giving up fencing to pursue being an idol 170602

people always said to me, why did you come here? weren’t you doing fencing? you would’ve been more successful then..but we, GOT7 & ahgases know better than anyone else that we’re going to go on together for a long time honestly, when I came to Korea as a trainee.. it became a situation where I couldn’t go back to HK anymore if I went back I couldn’t do fencing again..& would have to look for another college, b/c actually back then I received a Stanford offer they invited me to join their fencing team, but i gave up the opportunity to attend such a good school & a chance at a medal to come here it was a huge challenge, so I made up my mind to REALLY work hard..because i wasn’t even good looking or talented, idek why I was accepted…I didn’t even know Korean,it was really hard. After debut, I was really happy because people knew me,it was like the best gift I had for my parents